Jack Nicholson talks about One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. That's one of those movies I need to watch again one of these days. I remember seeing it when it first came out and I enjoyed it but it took a lot out of me. I went with a lady named Lynne to see it up in Westwood and after it, we were both glad we'd seen it but emotionally drained. We didn't even want to park somewhere and make out. She wanted to go home and sleep alone for a month and I wanted to go play Basketball with a big Indian.
Every so often, a movie can do that to you and it isn't always the movie alone doing it to you. Some nights, there's something in the air and when the right film (or play) connects with the mood…well, we were both flattened by it but in a (mostly) good way.
Haven't seen it again since that night. It feels to me like one of those films you can't view on a casual basis. You can't have it playing on the TV and take it in with one eye and ear while doing something else. You have to commit to it and I've never gotten around to that. One of these days or nights, I'll have to clear the time and see if it has anywhere near the same impact on me today. In the meantime, here's Jack…